The Silence Between Us
After Four Months of Silence The pain. The confusion. The shame. The yearnings. I thought everything between us ended in February. That was the day the sky dimmed in my little world. All my hope, my prayers, the quiet affirmations I whispered into my pillow each night — they vanished like smoke. In the days that followed, I didn’t leave my room. No lectures, no texts, no calls — only silence. Not the kind that heals, but the kind that swallows you whole. I stopped looking in the mirror. Not because I wasn’t there, but because the version of me that once smiled, that once glowed, was gone. In that place stood a girl with swollen eyes, a shattered spirit, and a face washed in grief. And yet, slowly, painfully, I tried to move on. I told myself: You came here with dreams that took everything to build. You’ve survived worse. You will rise. Just when I thought I was beginning to breathe again — the email arrived. A formal notice. A report. The word itself felt like a slap. And then, ...